Navy flyers fly
off the big carriers.
Army flyers aren't seen o 'er the seas.
But we're in the lousy Marine Corps,
so we get these dang CVEs.
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
the guys that make carriers
are nuts, are nuts!
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
the guys that make carriers
are nuts.
The Midway has thousand foot runways,
the Leyte eight hundred and ten.
We'd still not have much of a carrier,
with two of ours laid end to end.
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
the guys that make carriers
are nuts, are nuts!
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
the guys that make carriers
are nuts!
Our catapult shots are so hairy,
our catapult gear is red hot,
It never goes off when you're ready.
It al ways goes off when you're not.
Cuts and guts.
Cuts and guts.
The guys that make carriers
are nuts. Are nuts!
Cuts and guts.
Cuts and guts.
The guys that make carriers are nuts.
We envy the boys on the big ones
And we trade in a minute or two
Cause we'd like to
see those poor bastards
Try do ing the things that we do
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts
The guys that make carriers
are nuts, are nuts
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
guys that make carriers
are nuts.
Someday when this fracas is over,
and back at El Toro we'll be,
We'll load up with rockets and napalm,
and we'll sink every damn CVE.
Cots and Guts, Cots and Guts,
The guys that make carriers
are nuts, are nuts!
Cots and Guts, Cots and Guts,
The guys that make
carriers are nuts!